No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

This I conceive to be the chemical function of humor: to change the character of our thought.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.